Big Sean - Fat Raps Lyrics

Smoke good.

Fuck better.
Count money.
Whats better.
These little niggas cant hang.
Big shit popping bitch and big my first name.
I'm a west sider, detroit player.
Fuck around and i might bring back gators.
N-gga what?
Everyday i leave the crib with no money.
And come back later with that mutha fuck-n paper.
Finally famous over everything thats just how i feel bitch.
They trying to stop my shine.
I haven't hit the kill switch.
Wrong n-gga to deal with unless you doing a deal with.
Grind hard. thats just how i was built bitch.
Whoa there. whoa there.
Round here.i know. everybody know here.
I come in through the club and get more money than promoters.
Oh thats your girl?
I see her at my show there.
I be off in the hood.
I bet you dont ever go there.
Ayy so slow there boy.
Don't go there boy.
Theres people you dont know there boy.
Young n-gga thats addicted to the polaroids.
Flash.
And i gave these n-ggas more lines than corduroy.
And my bitches be gorgeous boy.
Showtime i hope you record em boy.